The MySpace dump is today’s version of yesterday’s cell phone breakup (deleted someone’s phone number), and frankly, I, like others, am not pleased to be thrown into this group, or to have experienced this virtual dumping.
I saw the writing on the wall, though, as a recent friendship battled through many ups and downs (I believe we had been through the cell phone breakup at least 20 times), ultimately ending in the MySpace dump. How does one breakup through the addicting MySpace? Simple. Let me explain.
MySpace is an addictive Web site built of friend networks where people around the world decorate their personal profiles with pictures, music, and comments (highlighting drunken adventures of the night before). Once you have created your home page (check out www.myspace.com/luminomagazine), you can then begin adding friends. For me, I have made it a rule that only true friends are allowed on my site and in my network, as I am definitely not a friend whore who has well over 500 friends, and sometimes thousands.
So, I had a friend – a MySpace friend who was also a real life friend (yes, I speak in past tense) – who decided to part ways with me and breakup with me through MySpace. On Monday, I was in her “Top 8” (Ask a MySpacer, they can explain) and in fact, I was her No. 1 friend (making the fall to the bottom even harder). On Tuesday, after she had decided I wasn’t worthy of her friendship, I was moved from the “Top 8” into her pool of about 50 friends. And on Wednesday, the icing on the cake was delivered as I, Luminoers, was officially eliminated from her MySpace network. I experienced the MySpace dump, and it, um, sucked.
Much like a reality breakup, there was this sudden panic and frustration towering over me. Why didn’t I MySpace-break her heart first? Why didn’t I deliver the punch and knock her off my friend network first? Damnit, I was slow to the punch, and I knew it. Roar!
So now, as I think I have been MySpace dumped several times, I am an official member of the group of probably millions who have been MySpace broken up with – and honestly, I don’t like it. MySpace breakups seem so childish and almost like a jump back into high school. Do we really have to return to those immature days? Hmm, I am probably just as guilty. I will tell you this, sadly, MySpace has made dumping friends very easy. Surely, people have been doing it for years through e-mail and IM, but MySpace is the icing on the dumped cake.
Luckily though, there are millions of others on MySpace and I am definitely confident I will be able to fill my MySpace friendship void with a brand spankin’ new buddy. Ultimately, a MySpace public dumping sucks, but thankfully, I can forever say I am a stronger man for battling through a MySpace dumping. Ha.
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